http://i.imgur.com/7HOtFgr.jpg
I wonder how he checked if she was pregnet. Imagination is such a wonderful thing.
http://i.imgur.com/7HOtFgr.jpg
THE FUCK IS THIS
I wonder how he checked if she was pregnet. Imagination is such a wonderful thing.
He's like a detective. He collected samples.
He's like a detective. He collected samples.
Which still doesn't explain how a morning-after pregnancy test is possible, lol.
WTF?
WTF?
Stahp....
STABLE-KUN
I shouldn't be surprised at this point in my life.
And yet here you are.
Nothing has fazed me in this and the previous thread, but I think what's in the link is my limit.
FREE AVATARLET'S HIT THOSE SHOWERS
That last one is just, priceless.http://edwardmarshallshenk.com/images/koth00.jpg
More here, a lot of them are NSFW
http://edwardmarshallshenk.com/kingshill.html
Nothing has fazed me in this and the previous thread, but I think what's in the link is my limit.
THE FUCK IS THIS
How tame.
I mean, seahorses are an actual thing though.
I mean, seahorses are an actual thing though.
You guys should get over to the failed Tumblr con thread. They've devolved to posting "awesome" fan art and fanfics about Bish and Evilore.
"... and I've been teaching for about seven years now." Bishoptl said. "All that on top of account approval general moderation across multiple major forums."
"That's wonderful," EviLore said, smiling. He looked back down at bishoptl's résumé. "You're exactly what we'll be needing here."
EviLore pushed the resume to the one side. He continued with a formal tone.
"However... your responsibilities will go a bit further beyond the job description."
Without tilting his head up, EviLore shifts his gaze to Bishoptl, staring at him out the tops of his eyes.
"How so?" Bishoptl asked. EvilLore began rubbing his hands absentmindedly. His normally strong presence faltered. He looked back down at the résumé without actually focusing on it.
"W-well, I have... a certain... problem that I was hoping you could help me wi-"
EviLore looked back up to see bishoptl out of his chair, closing the office door. A moment latter, he was already rounding the desk. EviLore drew a sharp breath as Bishoptl stood over him, a veritable mountain of a man.
EviLore had always noticed his solid, stately frame, but it was now that he, in the shadow of bishoptl's grandeur, was truly in awe. He tried to speak, but no sound came. What he wanted, he could not put into words. His lips only quivered as he stared back up at Bishoptl, not daring to blink, as if trying to communicate through eyes alone.
Bishoptl leaned close and whispered.
"You don't have to say anything," Bishoptl said, as his strong hands traversed EviLore's comparably waiflike frame. He grabbed a firm hold of EviLore and pulled him out of his chair, up against his own body.
"...except my name."
Bish lifted EviLore up, carrying him a couch at the far side of the room.